Jane comes to tea, loaded with goodies from M&S. Lots of people have been really nice helping Helen at home and visiting the 'halt and the lame'. Yesterday Anne came also loaded with goodies. She has a great retirement job training on risk and crisis management for the U.S. State Department that takes her to the corners of the earth. I am quite jealous.
Tuesday is hashing night and while I am not ready to run just yet, Helen announces that City Hash is at the Oak and Pastor near Archway. She is getting cabin fever and we decide to go to the pub after the run and see how well she can walk. It takes 15 minutes to get to Tufnell Park station, so we head for a bus stop. The bus drops us just outside the pub and we arrive during the circle. I am called in and, along with Marxist, another CAGB survivor, am given Down Downs. However fortunately I was allowed to nominate someone to drink the beer. Still everyone was extremely nice and seemed surprised and happy that I was up and out so soon after the op. But then perhaps not so surprising because so am I!
Back to today, I set off for The Whittington where bloods are taken every day. It is a 22 minute fast walk, and I am very comfortable when I arrive. Unfortunately there are 53 people in the queue in front of me, but after 90 minutes My number comes up and I am quickly out of there. I walk home again. That's 2 * 20 minutes and the exercise programme says 10 minutes a day. I am tired though and sleep for two hours after lunch. Nevertheless I think that's progress.
In the evening Jeremy, my best man, who now lives in Dartmouth but was in London on business, visits and we indulge in an Indian takeaway. Indulgence!
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